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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: The House at the End of the Street
Universe: Haven
Summary: 4 teens find a mysterious house that can grant them great
power. Will they lose themselves in sexual revelry, or will they turn
from the darkness in time? Or does the house itself have an agenda ...

Part: 7 of 18
Keywords: mf, ff, msolo, fsolo, group, inc, 1st, oral, voy, mc, nc,
bon, toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Heather and Melinda sat in sullen silence, waiting for it to be over.

The weekly nadir of their existence was Sunday morning church services.
To the two of them, it was an exercise in boredom and little more.
Beyond this one hour ritual, religion rarely was evident in the Sovert
household.

The father was not enamored of it, either. He said nothing in open
complaint, but he was unusually testy on those mornings, and tended to
nod off during the sermon.

Now the closing hymn was sung, and it was another wait, as their mother
insisted on staying for its entirety. Then it was yet another wait at
the door of the church for the perfunctory handshake with the reverend.
As always, they were the last on the queue. More long minutes of
repeatedly stepping forward and stopping as those ahead of them chose
to chat for a few seconds with the reverend before leaving the church.

When it was the teens' turn, they offered their hands dutifully,
forcing polite smiles, only to break into a brisk walk as soon as they
were clear.

Halfway down the steps, Melinda stopped and turned. "Wait, where's
Mom?"

The father passed right by them, making a bee-line to the car,
grumbling something about missing the first inning of the ballgame.

Heather glanced back towards the church. Just inside the door stood a
tall, slim woman with dark red hair pulled into a pony tail that hung
down over her neck. She was speaking in hushed tones with the
silver-haired reverend, a man of medium build with a round and somewhat
doughy face. He smiled evenly, nodding slightly on occasion as they
spoke.

Heather sighed. "Still yammering with the rev, what else?"

Melinda rolled her eyes and dashed down the steps. Heather followed,
walking in a more leisurely manner.

"Psst! Hey, Heather!"

Heather gave a start as she reached the bottom of the steps. She
frowned and looked towards the voice, which was coming from a figure
partially concealed behind a bush. "What?" she demanded. "Who the hell
is it?"

"Tsk, tsk, cursing on the steps of the church," said Richie as he
emerged. "Eternal damnation for you, missy."

Heather cast him an indignant look. "Get bent. What do you want?"

Richie smirked. "What do you think? You get the low-down on your slutty
sis?"

Heather fumed and stomped over to him, glancing warily up the steps.
"Don't call her that!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "You want
someone to hear you?"

Richie snorted. "Like who's gonna hear us, or even care?"

"Like my parents. And your parents, maybe?"

"Only got one, and she's a little busy right now."

Richie swept a hand off to the side. Heather turned and her eyes fell
upon a full-figured woman with long, blond hair, and a voluptuous
figure poured into a dress that was the last thing one would expect
someone to wear to church. It did have the intended effect, however,
which was to attract the attentions of no less than three men. As they
chatted, their eyes roamed over her ample breasts, rounded hips, and
smooth calves; it was little wonder what was on their minds.

Heather blanched. "/That's/ your mother?"

"Yeah. She only comes down here because it's a great place to meet
guys."

"You're not serious."

"You think she wore that thing to do the Lord's work? She's got a hot
bod and she knows it."

Heather made a face. "How can you talk about your own Mom like that?"

Richie shrugged. The movement in itself casual, but his voice had a bit
of an edge to it when he spoke again. "There ain't no Mister Gardner at
the moment, so I guess she's allowed."

"Oh, uh, sorry," she said in a more contrite voice.

"Mom got tired of him so she bumped him off."

"Oh, she did /not!/" Heather said emphatically, though mostly for her
own reassurance.

He laughed. "Okay, she's divorced. Happy?"

"Look, what do you want, Richie?"

"Like I said, I'm dying to know what you found out. I didn't see anyone
over there early."

"Melinda didn't go over until closer to eleven."

Richie smirked. He had a feeling that Jason had been lying to him about
the yard work taking all day. "You followed her, didn't you? I thought
I saw you slinking out of there about ..."

"I did not /slink!/" Heather said hotly. When she spoke again, it was
in a whisper. "And, yes, I followed her. You were right."

Richie's eyebrows went up. "So what did you see?"

"I'm telling you, you perv."

"So Melinda and Jason are fucking, huh?"

Heather's cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing. She gave a short, curt nod
of her head.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?"

"Like I'm going to tell you! For all I know, you're looking to warn
him."

"Warn him? About what?"'

Heather opened her mouth and closed it again without saying a word.

Richie chuckled. "You're planning something, huh?"

"None of your business."

He was about to say something else when his name was called loudly from
behind him. He turned to see his mother standing by herself, beckoning
to Richie impatiently.

"Gotta go," Richie said as he turned to leave. "Don't thank me all at
once now for putting you on to this."

As Richie departed, Heather heard the horn of the family car behind her
and whirled around in indignation. "Fine, I'm coming already!" she
snapped. "Anyway, Mom's still up talking to ..."

At that moment, Heather turned her head towards the church doorway just
as her mother was shaking the reverend's hand one last time. They
exchanged a smile, hers small and playful, his secret and
conspiratorial. As her mother's hand came away, Heather spied something
in it, catching a good look at it just before it swiftly disappeared
into her mother's pocket. A second before or after and Heather might
have missed it.

/Did he just give her money?/ Heather thought in bewilderment.

The car horn sounded again. "Move your fat butt, Heather," rang
Melinda's voice.

"Melinda, I heard that," her mother said reproachfully as she hurried
down the steps. "Don't be disrespectful to your older sister."

"At least I have a butt, throwback," Heather shot back as she strode
quickly to the car.

"Heather, don't pick on your little sister," the father warned.

Heather plopped herself down into the back seat of the car and
exchanged a single murderous glare with Melinda.

Their father gave an audible sigh through his nose as his wife finally
slid into the passenger's seat. He muttered something about the third
inning before pulling away from the curb and racing down the block.

Heather cast a wary glance at her mother. Surely she had imagined it.
Why in the world would her mother be receiving any sort of money from
the church? If anything, the pastor was always begging for more
donations to keep the church maintained from year to year.

Finally she just shook her head. She must have mistaken it for
something else. She was simply worked up over her little sister's
recent stupidity. That's all it was. There was no other rational
explanation.



Melinda greeted Monday morning as if she were six and this were
Christmas Day instead of late July.

She rushed through her morning shower in her excitement, even though
she had risen early and had plenty of time. Her thoughts about the
house left her giddy, completely masking out any lingering feelings of
shock or uneasiness.

Yet these feelings had come to her aplenty after she had had a chance
to reflect on her experience Saturday afternoon. It had scared her a
little to realize how close she had come to doing more than she had
wanted; she realized that her virginity was still intact only due to
Jason's impressive show of restraint.

That day, she allowed herself to remember only the pleasant side of it.
Even now she blushed at the memory of his cock in her hands, and how he
had cum so strongly at her touch. Control or no control, she had
enjoyed that immensely.

As she dressed and set about breakfast, a new feeling of unease began
to cloud her enthusiasm, but it had nothing to do with the house. It
took a little while to understand what was wrong.

Her sister had left her totally alone. Heather had not said a single
word to her since she had awakened.

Melinda finished her breakfast and went looking for her sister, and
found her back in the bedroom. She was sitting placidly on her bed,
idly reading a magazine, one leg casually draped over the other.

"Um, Heather?" Melinda said tentatively.

"Yeah?" Heather said without looking up.

"Uh ... I'm going out."

Heather just shrugged indifferently.

Melinda felt a twinge of apprehension. "Don't you care if I'm going?"

"Not really."

"You're okay with it? I mean ... you said I still could, right?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"But ..."

"Look, just go, okay?" Heather said, sighing and shaking her head.
"Runt."

Melinda made a face. She stuck her tongue out at her sister and dashed
off.

Heather raised her head and listened. Downstairs, the front door open
and then closed.

She jumped out of bed, stepped over to the window, and peeked between
the slats of the blinds. Below, Melinda strode quickly down the walk
and paused at the sidewalk to take a glance back to the house. The next
moment, she broke and ran towards the intersection, disappearing from
view in seconds.

Heather turned from the window. She reached behind her pillow and
extracted a small digital camera, not much bigger than her palm.
Smiling slyly to herself, she slipped it into the pocket of her jeans
before heading out of her room and down the stairs.



Jason faced Monday with far more mixed feelings than Melinda.

Obviously, he was concerned about being on the receiving end this time.
The idea of Melinda having such complete control over him was scary.
However, he was not as worried about limits. There was little he felt
he wasn't ready to try, and if anything, he was all too eager to go as
far as she wanted. It was more an instinctual fear, as if there was the
chance that he would never come out of it.

Not that he mistrusted Melinda. Far from it. The truth was, he really
liked her. She was not what he had expected. He had always thought of
her as something of a wallflower, but now he had to wonder if that was
because her big sister always had the social spotlight.

For the first time, Jason found himself thinking of another girl more
than he thought about Heather.

Besides, the only alternative was for them to conduct their sexual
explorations outside of that house. Jason didn't think he could do it.
The house allowed him to act very skilled in matters of sex. No
first-time awkwardness. No fumbling about trying to figure out what to
do. It could be perfect and wonderful every time.

Besides, what harm was there in it? Each side was willingly submitting
to it, right? So long as that was the case, it was fine.

Jason timed it pretty well. Just as he came within sight of the
intersection, he saw Melinda hasten into view. Without slowing down,
she turned and started down the street towards the house.

Jason called out and jogged to catch up with her. Melinda turned her
head but did not quite stop, and he had to break into a short run to
reach her before she entered the cul-de-sac. He faltered in his step
when he saw her give him a cross look.

"Uh, hi," Jason said, suddenly feeling awkward. "Something wrong?"

"Just keep your voice down and don't go shouting my name all over the
neighborhood, okay?" Melinda said sharply.

"Okay, sorry. What's up?"

Melinda stopped and looked back the way they came. "Probably nothing,"
she said. "I hope. My sister's been acting strange this morning."

"She doesn't know about this, does she?"

"Well, she still thinks we're having sex, but, you know, we're not, not
really. So it's okay."

Jason just nodded. He kept his thoughts to himself on that score.

They started towards the house, but paused again just short of the
gate. Melinda glanced warily to the side before starting up the walk.
Jason took a few deep breaths to help calm himself as they stepped into
the living room of the house.

She looked at Jason and managed a weak smile. "Nervous?"

"A little."

"Just a little?"

Jason took a deep breath. "Okay, a lot."

"You still want to do this? I mean, for real?"

"Yeah. I mean ... It's only fair."

"I know, but ..." She sighed. "I don't want to hurt you. Or embarrass
you."

Jason started to open his mouth to reply, but whatever words he was
about to say simply faded and disappeared like morning mist. He tried
to summon them up again, but found that thread of thought slipping away
from him.

For a brief moment, he was frightened. This time he was conscious of
the control slipping away from him. It felt as if something valuable
were falling over the edge of the cliff, and he lunged after it, only
to follow it in its fall into the abyss.

"So if you have anything you don't want me to have you do, tell me
now."

His mind rebelled one last time against it before succumbing to it. His
skin flushed hot, concentrating in his loins. "No, you can do whatever
you want," he said smoothly.

"I can? But ... uh ... Jason?" Melinda trailed off, staring. "Oh, no,
am I doing it already? I wasn't ready!"

/Actually, Melinda, you were ready for this as soon as you stepped in
the door./

Melinda flinched. The voice had sounded almost amused. "But ... I
d-didn't even decide on what to ..."

/You need only desire it, and he will do it./

Melinda's eyes widened as she looked at Jason. He was panting lightly,
one of his hands lying over a growing bulge in the crotch of his pants.
At her unspoken wish, he pulled down his zipper and slipped his fingers
inside, lightly stroking himself through the cotton of his briefs. He
moaned softly, giving Melinda a pleading and sultry gaze.

Melinda took a deep breath, though it did nothing to calm her.

"I'll keep stroking myself as long as you want me to," Jason said with
a small smile. "I know you like watching me do that."

His voice was a bit deeper than normal, just enough to make it sound
thoroughly sexy to Melinda's ears. Slowly he undid his belt, his hips
swinging back and forth, as if giving her a show. No, he /was/ giving
her a show, for this was all coming from Melinda's head. He was doing
everything that she wanted of him.

Melinda hugged an arm around herself, heat growing in her sex. Her
excitement mounted as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them.
"Would you like me to cum for you again?" he asked in a husky voice,
draping his hand over the bulge in his briefs again.

Melinda whimpered, her pussy already growing wet. She looked at his
hand as it moved, so slow and deliberate and skilled its movements. She
noticed her own dampness, and her thoughts strayed before she could
catch them.

"Would you like me to stroke you? I'd love to. I'll make you cum if you
want."

"Oh my God," Melinda groaned. She laid a shaking hand on her cheek. Her
mind was in a complete tumult, her emotions threatening to run wild.

"I'll do anything you like," Jason said, stepping closer to her, his
hand still lightly stroking himself. "Do you want me to use my tongue
instead?"

Melinda almost said yes. Almost. She was growing so intensely aroused
that it hurt. "N-no, your ... your fingers would be just fine," she
said in a badly quavering voice. "W-we better get upstairs first,
though."

"I'll keep touching myself until we do, so I'll stay nice and hard for
you."

Melinda giggled, her cheeks bright red, but she was enjoying every
second of this. Another fleeting thought came to her, and before she
could stop it, Jason had stripped off his briefs. His penis bobbed
before him free and unencumbered, swollen and faintly purple with the
strength of his erection. He slipped his fingers around it, massaging
it gently.

Melinda had to exercise a great deal of effort to tear her eyes from
this and lead them to the stairs.



Richie had gambled that the two of them would be back to their regular
routine Monday morning, and he had not been disappointed. He tried to
convince himself that he was simply curious, but this was just a cover
for his true feelings. He was envious of Jason.

Richie was not half the lover that he claimed to be. The truth was, he
had yet to have "real" sex with a girl. He's used his hands, had hands
used on him, and had oral sex once, but nothing beyond that. He
considered himself far more attractive than Jason, and a better
personality to boot, yet here Jason was getting all the action.

And why was Jason being so secretive about it? Why was he hiding it?

He had seen Jason and Melinda go in not too long ago before a third
person joined the tableau, and Richie had guessed right yet again.
There was Heather, skulking into the cul-de-sac. She stuck close to the
trees on one side, as if to avoid being seen from the house.

Richie smirked. He doubted that Melinda and Jason were paying much
attention to anything other than each other at the moment.

Richie saw Heather pause by the gate and reach into her pocket for
something. His eyes widened as he saw it was a camera, which she used
to take a few pictures of the outside of the house.

/Oh, this is getting fucking kinky, now,/ Richie thought.

He watched Heather head up the path and into the house. Richie just
grinned to himself and waited for the fireworks to start.



The bedroom was again made to look like Melinda's dream room, though
this time the bed was wider to accommodate the two of them better, and
the stuffed toys were absent. The window was wider and deeper, letting
in more light, making the room very bright and cheerful. It was exactly
what Melinda wanted.

Despite how excited she was, she hesitated at first to remove her
clothes in front of him, still feeling too self-conscious about her own
body. Jason solved her dilemma immediately. He began to utter soft,
gentle, and very flattering comments on her beauty. Melinda blushed
furiously at this, but it made her smile broadly. It was something she
always wanted to hear, and it delighted her to no end.

As she undressed, his comments became more sexy and explicit, but
without being crude. By the time she had shed her clothes, her pussy
was so wet it was almost dripping.

Melinda lay on the bed, trembling a bit as he approached her. She had
to remind herself she was in complete control. He held his cock in his
hand as long as he could, simply because Melinda loved it. For the
briefest of moments, like Jason before her, her mind flirted with
something far more daring. When he appeared to pause, Melinda mustered
up all her will to keep herself focused on what she originally wanted,
and it was with some relief that he lay down next to her instead of
atop her.

Melinda took one last deep breath and spread her legs. She uttered a
shuddering gasp as Jason draped his hand over her mound, his fingertips
teasing her labia until she whimpered for a firmer touch. Without
having to voice her need, Jason's hand simply responded to her will. He
pressed more firmly into her, touching her small but swollen clit.

She closed her eyes and gave a small, high-pitched moan. Now he was
stroking her in ways that she never dreamed of doing on herself, his
skill quickly leaving her breathless. She lifted her head slightly, an
astonished look crossing her face as she saw that he still held his
cock in his other hand, and even gave it an occasional light caress.

Melinda found this to be intensely erotic, and it made her thoughts
wander again. Before she could suppress them, he responded. He moved
closer to her, part of his body sliding over hers. "No, w-wait, I
didn't mean ..."

/Oh, yes, you did, Melinda./

The next second, one of her nipples was inside Jason's mouth. Melinda
panted wildly as he suckled at her young breast. His tongue lashed at
the nipple, lips squeezing tightly around it, his cheeks dimpling as he
drew it deeper inside.

The combination of his mouth at her tit and his fingers in her pussy
was almost too much. She moaned and writhed on the bed, her pleasure
mounting higher and higher.



Just outside of the room, Heather was so astonished at what she saw
that just stared, momentarily forgetting what she was there to do. She
dared to nudge the door open just a bit more so she could see it more
clearly.

There was her sister Melinda, wriggling on the bed as if she were in
total ecstasy. She was not simply wet, she was sopping. Heather didn't
even think Melinda was developed enough sexually to get that aroused.
And she never, ever thought that it would be a dweeb like Jason that
could get her that way.

Yet there he was, fingering her like a pro, using moves that not even
Brad on his best days knew how to do. He was even sucking her tit! And
doing it well, like he actually knew what he was doing! Brad was a bit
more indelicate when it came to that particular activity, which was why
Heather did not encourage him in that area.

Sure, Heather knew there were guys that were great at this, but ... but
this was /Jason/, the Wonder Nerd. This made no sense!

Heather felt a white-hot flash of envy towards her little sister as
Melinda's cries escalated from inside the room. /The little runt's even
going to cum,/ Heather thought vehemently.

Heather raised her camera, her eyes narrowing to near slits as they
came to focus on the LCD screen. She snapped the first picture as
Melinda arched her back, moaning loudly and stridently. Her noises
conveniently covered up the little electronic warble of the camera. The
next picture caught her just as she came, cresting over the top with
such force that her shoulders lifted from the bed, her hips jerking as
she throbbed.

"Ohmigod!" Melinda cried in a breathless voice. "Ohmigod! /Uhhh!/"

Heather paused before taking the next shot, her hand shaking. Her mind
rebelled at the thought that any of this could be making her horny, yet
she felt flushed and her nether regions tingled. She took a short, deep
breath and pushed these thoughts aside as best as she could, raising
the camera again.

She waited until Melinda came down from her orgasmic high, Jason
raising his head and smiling at her. She caught them, framing his face
along with Melinda's in the same shot, so neither of them could deny
they were together.

Heather lowered the camera and backed up from the door.

/You want one more picture./

Heather paused. She wanted one more picture. One last one to positively
cement her case. One more and her little sister would be so grounded
she would not see the light of day for years.

She stepped forward and raised the camera to her face.

Just as she finished lining up the shot, something touched her finger,
like the corner of an ice cube brushing her skin. It made her finger
twitch against one of the camera controls, and when the button was
pushed to take the shot, the flash activated, briefly filling the room
with white brilliance.

Melinda looked up, turned her head towards the door, and let out an
earsplitting shriek.

Jason knew at once that something was wrong, but his senses were still
dulled by the haze that had settled over him which was only starting to
lift. He even continued to hold and lightly stroke his cock for a few
more seconds before his hand fell away. By the time Melinda leapt off
the bed, screaming that someone was in the hallway, Jason finally
reacted and scrambled to his feet in a panic.

"Melinda, it's okay, it's okay!" Heather cried frantically, throwing
open the door and stepping into the room. "It's just me!"

Melinda abruptly fell silent and just stared, too stunned to react.

"Shit, Melinda, any louder and you'll have the whole town wondering
what the hell is going on!"

Jason staggered back behind Melinda, his senses returning to him
slowly. He was only dimly aware that he was standing there completely
naked, and still with a lingering hard-on, his fingers still wet from
Melinda's pussy. When he finally did recognize who was standing in the
doorway, the shock set in, and he could not move.

Melinda's recovery, however, was far more swift, and her emotions
flipped from fright to unbridled fury. "/Heather, what the FUCK are you
doing here?!/" she screeched.

"Watching you make a huge mistake, that's what!" Heather shouted back,
a smug smile coming to her lips. She held up the camera. "And this time
you're not going to talk your way out of it."

Melinda's mouth dropped open. "You took /pictures??/ Are you ... you
... you /bitch!/ You fucking perv!"

"I'm the perv? Hah! That's a laugh! Tell me another one! We'll see what
Mom thinks when she gets a look at these."

A look of abject horror came over Melinda's face. "Oh my God, Heather,
you're not! You can't!"

"What's the matter with you, Mel? You think this is some kind of game?
You think you can jump into bed with anybody?" She looked towards Jason
and made a face. "With any dork that happens to know how to finger
you?"

Melinda's cheeks went beet red. "Yeah, and he was probably tons better
than Brad the Wonder Dummy!"

This managed to jolt Jason back to his senses. His mind was trying to
both parse the compliment that Melinda had just given him, and the fact
that his fantasy girl was staring at his nude body. When it finally
registered in his mind what Heather had just called him, his face fell.
Yet the next moment, he noticed something. Heather's gaze had dropped
down to his cock, her eyes fixed on it.

Jason had no idea how to react to this.

"Melinda, face it, you acted stupid, and I caught you," Heather said
after a pause. It was another few seconds before she finally tore her
gaze from Jason.

"Okay, fine, you caught me! Go ahead and get off on the pics if you
want, you sicko."

"You still don't get it! I really am going to give these to Mom."

"/Noooo!/" Melinda wailed in desperation, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You can't! Please!"

"This is for your own good, Melinda. I'm just thinking of you."

"Yeah, right! Tell me another one!"

Heather sighed,and glanced back over to Jason again, a softer look in
her eyes. Jason had to resist the urge to shrink from the scrutiny. His
heart was pounding hard in his chest. He felt as if her eyes were
appraising him. They again came to rest on his nether regions,
lingering there for a few moments before she spoke again.

"Look, I can understand, okay? I mean, you're curious, and I guess
Jason is decent-looking after all."

Both Jason and Melinda reacted with surprise at this.

Heather blinked rapidly a few times and took a deep breath. She was
trembling, and in her sex she felt a slow burn. "A-anyway, I ... I'm
going to take these pictures, Melinda and ... and ... uh ..."

Heather trailed off. She made a furtive glance over to Jason,
swallowing. Her eyes began to glaze over.

Melinda looked askance at her sister. "Heather, what ... ?"

"Uh, Melinda?" Jason said, edging towards her. "I-I think something's
happening to her."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Jason?"

"I don't think she's acting like herself. She's ... she's looking like
you did yesterday when ..."

/Tell her to delete the pictures./

As Jason and Melinda glanced at each other, they could tell from the
look on the other's face that both of them had heard it that time.

It took only a few seconds for Melinda to understand. She turned her
attention back to Heather, her voice tinged with excitement as she
said, "Heather, delete those pictures. Now!"

Heather lifted the camera, her hands shaking slightly as she fought to
stop herself. It was a losing battle; her will could not counter
Melinda's command, and very soon the deed was done. "The pictures are
gone," she said tonelessly.

Melinda's heart thumped.

"Melinda, what's going on?" Heather said, her voice weak and
breathless. She glanced over to Jason again and let her gaze linger on
him, until the slow burn between her legs grew into a hot fire. "Why
did I ... oh my God ... what ... wh-what's happening to me?!"

It was only now that Heather could feel the fog seeping into her mind,
clouding her thoughts and seizing her emotions. Her breathing grew
labored, her legs tightening against the maddening tingling in her sex.
Now that she understood what had been slowly entering her mind for the
past few minutes, she resisted, but she had no power against it.
Swiftly, the darkness drew over her mind and smothered her will.

/She is yours. Do with her as you wish./

Melinda's lips curled into an evil smile.

Jason looked at Heather. Her eyes were half-lidded in a sultry, sexy
look that threatened to harden his cock again. Already he felt his
deepest fantasies about Heather rising up in his mind despite his
attempts to hold them down.

Admittedly, he was not trying very hard. "Melinda, I don't know if we
can do this."

Melinda rounded on him. "And why not? She took pictures of us! She was
going to tell my mother!"

"I know, but she got rid of those."

"Come on, Jason, you can't tell me you haven't been dreaming of this!"

Jason swallowed. "M-maybe, but ..."

"No buts! You don't know what it's like to live with her! Always acting
like she's the queen or something! Well, not today!" She whirled around
and ran over to Heather, hands on her hips. "You're not going to be
bossing anyone around now, are you?"

Heather looked at her sister and shook her head quickly.

"You're going to be good, aren't you?" Melinda said with a wicked gleam
in her eye. "A good little girl."

"Yes, I'll be good," Heather said in a childlike voice, her mind
totally enslaved to them. "I'll be a good little girl."

"Not just to me. To Jason, too."

Heather looked over to Jason, smiled, and raised her hands to the
bottom of her shirt. She grasped it in her fingers and lifted it slowly
over her head, revealing the white lace bra holding her breasts, her
nipples two raised bumps against the cups.

Jason stared, wide-eyed.

"You want me naked," Heather said as she pulled down the zipper on her
jeans, her voice deeply husky and incredibly sexy to Jason's ears.
"You've always wanted to see me naked, haven't you, Jason?"

Melinda stepped back and grinned, folding her arms. "Someone's going to
get a treat."

Jason tried to get his voice to work and failed. He tried to maintain
the thought that this was wrong, and failed at that as well. It was
impossible to think of anything while Heather wiggled her hips as she
slid her jeans off. His eyes fell on the damp stain in the crotch of
her white panties, and that ruined any further chance of rational
thought in Jason's head.

"Oh, look," Heather said with a sultry grin. She spread her feet apart
and drew her fingers to her slot, pressing the fabric into her folds,
rubbing firmly and breathing a soft sigh. "I'm wet already. I've been
getting wet all the time I've been here."

Melinda giggled at this. She crossed the room and plunked herself down
on the foot of her bed to watch the show.

Jason couldn't move. He couldn't think. Already his cock had risen
again, hard and pulsing. Heather's gaze was drawn to it. She approached
him, walking with an exaggerated swing in her hips that made Jason
ache. She was acting in every way exactly as he had fantasized about
her so many times. He was too excited to stop it.

Heather giggled as she came up to him. She slipped her hand under her
panties long enough to stroke herself a few times and thoroughly wet
her fingers. She took those sopping digits and lightly caressed his
cock with them, spreading her warm slickness over his shaft.

Jason lost whatever sense of restraint he had after that. Heather shed
the rest of her clothes, Jason staring at her magnificent breasts as
they bounced free from her bra. She leaned forward, letting her tits
hang down in front of her, her ass thrust backwards, her fingers in her
slot. It was just like in one of the pictures Jason had seen in her,
and that he had in his head at that moment.

When the next thought entered his head, he gave only a perfunctory
attempt to quell it. Ultimately, this was far too little too late, for
Heather was already dropping to her knees before him. The next thing he
knew, his cock was inside her hot, hungry mouth.

"Oh my God," Melinda breathed, her cheeks coloring slightly. "She's
actually doing it. Oh, fuck. She's doing it. She's sucking you off."

Heather drew his cock in and out of her mouth in slow, deliberate
movements, lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. Jason was in ecstasy.
It was nothing like he had imagined; it was ten times /better/. Never
had he dreamed this would come to pass, and now that it had, he wanted
to enjoy every last second. He did not want her to hurry.

Heather showed no inclination to rush things. Because he wanted it
slow, she did as well. She took the time to leisurely lick the
underside of his cock and tease his balls with the tip of her tongue.
She tickled the sensitive spot behind the head. When she again took him
fully into her mouth, she moaned, her breath growing short. Her knees
were spread apart under her, fingers sunk into her soaked pussy,
stroking herself with firm, quick movements.

Melinda was watching this intently. She wondered what it tasted like,
if it really did taste good or if this was just because Heather was
being controlled. She still wasn't sure if she was ready to do it
herself, but it looks less mysterious to her now.

Jason's groans rose in loudness and pitch as the pressure mounted.
Heather sucked him even more enthusiastically, her head bobbing back
and forth faster, her cheeks dimpling. Jason was panting heavily, his
body quivering.

/Holy shit, is she going to let him cum in her mouth?/ Melinda thought
in amazement. /But I guess it depends on what Jason wants, doesn't it?/

Jason tried to hold back as long as he could, but the stain was too
much; he was simply too excited to draw it out any longer. His orgasm
came with a loud moan, his penis throbbing hard. Heather at once drew
his cock deep into her mouth, milking it with her tongue as he spewed
his seed. Heather stroked herself faster, moaning through her nose as
she tilted her head back to make sure she did not spill a drop. As his
orgasm faded, she drew back and swallowed, then licked at his cock as a
few last bits dribbled from the softening head. She lapped each
remaining drop eagerly.

Jason staggered back from Heather in a daze. Heather gave several
strained groans, her hand whipping back and forth in her slot. Finally
she tossed her head back and gave a loud, "/uhhhnn!/" as she came.
Behind her, Melinda uttered a surprised gasp at the sudden, small
splash of fluid from Heather's pussy.

Her cunt still pounding, Heather fell forward, catching herself with
her free hand. She remained on three-point, one hand still between her
legs, still rubbing at her clit until her orgasm was finally spent.

Heather uttered one last groan and very slowly rose to her feet, still
panting for breath. She raised her head, her eyes glassy and dazed.
"What ... what j-just happened?" she asked in a weak voice as the fog
lifted. She looked over to Jason, her eyes widening in shock. "Did I
just ...? I did ... oh my God ... I did ..."

"And you enjoyed it!" Melinda cried with a grin. "Don't try to deny it,
either!"

Heather staggered back and looked from Melinda to Jason. "You ... I
c-couldn't stop myself!" she cried. "Why did I do that? What did you do
to me?!"

Melinda smirked. "We didn't do anything to you."

"Yes, you did, you little turd! You must have! No way I'd do anything
like this, no way I'd even take off my ... oh, /shit!/"

As if only realizing now that she was naked, Heather rushed around the
room in a frenzy picking up her clothes.

Jason came around the edge of the room, trying to keep his distance
from Heather, joining Melinda near the bed. "We better tell her," Jason
said.

"What?!" Melinda cried, spinning around to face him. "Why??"

"So she knows what happened."

"She knows what happened, all right. She sucked you off big time!"

"I would never have done that on my own, Melinda!" Heather shouted as
she struggled to get her clothes back on.

"So what? You still enjoyed it. You did, didn't you?"

Heather opened her mouth to protest and shut it again. Her eyes flicked
back and forth between the two of them. Her tongue slid around the
inside of her mouth. She could still faintly taste some of Jason's
seed. It was not entirely unpleasant, to say the least.

"So what if I did?" she muttered darkly.

Jason looked at her. "You did? I mean ... seriously, you did?"

Heather said nothing in response, but her eyes spoke volumes.

"If ... if it helps any, I really enjoyed it too." His cheeks colored.
"You were very good. Actually, you were fantastic."

Jason blushed as he realized how he was gushing over it, but Heather
actually afforded him a tiny smile. "I don't keep my boyfriend by doing
a bad job at that," she commented lightly.

Melinda laughed. "Oh-/ho!/ So you /are/ doing that with Brad!"

"Oh, shut up, Mel, you're pathetic." She paused to pull her shirt back
over herself. "Yeah, fine, so I do it. So what the fuck is going on
here? Tell me what? What's with you two? What happened to me and what's
with this house?"

Melinda sighed as she gave Jason a forlorn look. "Well, go ahead, tell
her!" she said sullenly, dropping back down onto the bed and folding
her arms indignantly. "You're the one that found it first."

Jason looked a little uncomfortable to be put on the spot like this,
and he sorely wanted to put his clothes back on, but he did not believe
Heather was going to let them leave until she understood what was going
on.

Jason took a breath. "Okay, Heather, it's like this ..." he began.



Richie was impatient. Every minute that passed made him more antsy, and
it was growing increasingly uncomfortable to remain crouched behind the
bushes. Insects were trying to crawl over his sneakers and around his
ankles and calves, and one of the bushes had tiny thorns over its
branches. There was very little breeze and the air was still and
sodden. It was thunderstorm weather for sure, and he did not want to be
outside near a bunch of tall trees when it finally came.

Finally, there was movement by the front door of the house.

Heather was in the lead, followed closely behind by both Melinda and
Jason. He smiled at first as he saw they were having a rather animated
-- and he assumed heated -- discussion. He had been sure that once
Heather walked in on them happily fucking away, she'd go ballistic on
them and drag them out of there in a second.

As they reached the gate, he could hear their conversation as a distant
buzz. His hopes were raised when it appeared that Heather was lecturing
the two of them. Finally, Melinda appeared fed up with it and broke
away, racing up the street towards the intersection. She started coming
in Richie's general direction.

He hunkered back down behind the bushes, and remained quiet. He heard
Heather shout Melinda's name. "What now?" Melinda snapped. "What else
you want to try to dictate to me?"

He heard the other two approach. "Heather, it's not really all that
bad," Jason said. "I mean, we were having fun with it."

"Oh, and that's fun?" Heather snapped. "It's fun to make someone prance
around like your little slave?"

Richie blinked. /Huh?/

"It's not like that!"

"I don't know what's sicker, you doing it, or you, Melinda, for
submitting to it."

"But it was fun!" Melinda cried. "Well, mostly. I mean, yeah, it was a
little creepy, but ..."

"A /little/ creepy?" Heather said, aghast. "You're not the one who was
made to suck off the nerd here!"

Richie's jaw dropped. Did he hear that right? He couldn't have heard
that right. No way.

"You said you enjoyed it!" Jason said petulantly.

Heather sighed, and there was a pause.

"See? See?" Melinda said. "I told you, Jason! I told you she was going
to start denying it! I have half a mind to tell everyone I know how
Heather gave Jason a /blow-job!/"

/Holy fuck,/ Richie thought.

"I agree with you on one point," Heather sneered. "You have half a
mind."

"Fuck you, Heather. Or maybe I should have had Jason do that."

"Wait, please, stop," Jason said, his voice sounding shaky. "I don't
want you two arguing over this."

"There's nothing to argue over," Melinda said defiantly. "She can't
make us stop going to the house."

"I can tell Mom," Heather said, but there was little conviction to her
voice.

"I'd like to see you try, without those pictures."

"Heather, please," Jason said. "I'm sorry if you're pissed over what we
made you do."

"That was too freaky, Jason," Heather said darkly. "It was like I knew
I shouldn't be doing it, but I couldn't stop." A pause. "So is that
what you always wanted from me, huh?"

"Uh ... well ..."

"So you going to make Melinda do it now for you? She next in your
little harem?"

Richie was too dumbfounded to even think at this point.

Jason sighed. "Heather, it's not like that," he said sheepishly. "I
didn't do anything that she didn't agree to before ..."

"Oh, sure, I believe that."

"Heather, stop it!" Melinda yelled. "Stop picking on him."

"Why not? It doesn't seem to have any effect on you? Maybe shaming him
will stop this."

"Shaming me?" Jason said, his voice rising sharply. "Now that's not
fair, Heather. I mean, come on, it's not like I made you do something
serious. I mean ... I mean like something that could get you pregnant."

"Yeah, and if I had stayed under longer? If I hadn't come back to my
senses? What then?"

"Heather, I wouldn't have done that! I swear I wouldn't."

"He didn't do it with me, Heather!" Melinda piped.

"Yeah, right."

"/I'm not lying!/" Melinda screeched.

"Mel, I saw how you were humping him the other day!"

Melinda gasped. "You ... y-you saw me? You peeked in on us Saturday,
too? You fucking little ..."

"Mel, stop it!"

"Don't call her 'Mel'!" Jason declared. "She hates that. And stop
acting like we're criminals or something. I mean ... yeah, this is a
little weird, but no one's been hurt. I was kind of reluctant about it
at first ..."

/Reluctant about WHAT?!/ Richie screamed in his mind, clenching his
teeth in frustration.

" ... but really, we're not forcing each other to keep doing this, we
..."

"Oh, don't waste your breath, Jason!" Melinda said in a dismissive tone
of voice. "She always thinks she's right. Maybe making you suck him off
was just what you needed, Heather. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped
there. Maybe ..."

"I don't want to hear any more of this!" Heather screamed. "No more!
That's it! I've had enough! Fine! Keep going to that house! I'm not
even sure I believe half of what you told me! Just don't you dare come
crying to me when you get yourself knocked-up!"

Richie heard Heather storm off.

Melinda sighed. "I don't freaking believe this," she muttered.

"Is she going to cause trouble for you, Melinda?" Jason asked
anxiously. "I mean, what if she does tell ..."

Melinda snorted. "You think they'll believe her? I changed my mind.
Telling her everything that happened was the right thing to do. They'll
think she's nuts."

"I just wish she wasn't so angry with us."

"You're just hoping she'll blow you again."

"Well ... maybe I am."

Melinda giggled. "I'm sorry, but that was just too much, watching her
do that for you. Oh my God."

Now Richie heard Jason chuckle. "She is a bit overbearing, isn't she?"

"She's a total bitch is what she is. And you took her down a notch."

"So ... now what? We keep coming back?"

"Of course we do. So what if she knows? It doesn't matter. No one else
knows."

Silence followed.

"Jason?" Melinda said in a soft voice. "I ... um ... maybe next time
I'll, uh ... well, do the same for you that Heather did."

"You'd do that?" Jason said. There was renewed excitement in his voice.

"/Maybe/. Let me think about, okay?"

"Okay, sure."

"Come on, let's go get some lunch, I'm starved."

Richie waited a few moments, then carefully peeked over the bushes,
watching until they had turned the corner of the intersection and
disappeared from view.

He stood, wincing and grunting at his stiffened muscles and the
pinpricks of the thorns against one leg as he extricated himself from
the foliage.

Richie felt like his world had been turned upside-down. None of this
was making any sense. Jason getting a blow-job from Heather? Having two
girls doing him? Melinda just offering herself to him? And what was all
this about being a "slave"?

Richie did not know everything that was going on yet, but after what he
had heard, he would be damned if he did not find out. Jason was getting
more action that Richie ever had. He intended to find out exactly why.
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